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[muwur]

hello can I request tendou, kogane, ushijima, and lev reacting to their s/o who really liked painting on their hands, like some kind of pattern or fruits 👉👈

painted hands

♡ drabbles ♡ for ushijima, tendou, koganegawa & lev

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: hello lov, ty for the request! sry it took so long to dish it out ;c i made them into short drabbles/scenarios rather than hc’s, ik u didnt specify but hope thats oki!

have a wonderful day! <3

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ushijima

Ushijima woke up to sunlight peeking through the crack of the blinds. He sat up and stretched his arms upwards, blinking away lingering remnants of sleep from his eyes. The side of your bed was empty; only crumpled sheets and a pillow still marked by the indent of your head remained. Curious, he got up, making his way downstairs and into the kitchen, where he found you sitting at the dining table, paintbrush in hand. His eyes softened as he approached you and placed a palm on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

The sound of his deep voice coupled with the warmth of his firm hand made you jump in your seat, jostling you from your thoughts. The brush in your hand painted a streak of red across your fist, overlapping another painted strawberry.

“Ushi, don’t sneak up on me!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

You turned to face him, a slight pout on your lips. Raising your hand, you showed him the many painted strawberries adorning your skin.

“I felt like painting something and eating strawberries, so here,” you explained as your lips curved upward into a small smile. “Luckily, a little water’s enough to get rid of this streak I made here...”

You snatched a table napkin and dipped a corner into your cup of paintwater. Carefully, you dabbed at the red mark, moving upwards to slowly rub it off your skin. Ushijima focused on the intense care and concentration in your gaze, admiring the way your brows furrowed slightly and eyelashes kissed the tops of your cheeks as you blinked.

“There! I’m done,” you grinned as you revealed your completed work. “What do you think?”

He stared at the painted hand you held before him for several seconds before he brought it closer with his own hand and placed a soft kiss to it.

“I like it. It looks nice, like you.”

Embarrassment started to settle in as he lowered your hand from his face, only to be replaced by amused huffs of laughter. Covering your mouth to stifle your giggles, you pointed at Ushijima’s mouth, now peppered with small, faint, red blobs of wet paint.

“Y-You got a little s-something on your face...!” you managed to blurt out despite your chuckles. You snapped a quick picture of his blotched, confused face then continued to type away on your phone before setting it back down on the table.

His brows furrowed in response. “Aren’t you going to show me?”

“Nah. But Tendou will!”

tendou

“You’re sure taking your sweet time.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment, continuing to stroke the paintbrush along the back of his hand.

“Hey, I’m just making sure it looks nice. You’re the one who asked me to do this,” you reminded him.

He smirked through closed eyes, leaning back against the bed frame slowly. “I thought it’d look cute for the upcoming game and I can show it off to my team~ I didn’t realize how long it took, though.”

The bed creaked as he shifted. “Can I stretch my legs out, though? I’m losing circulation, babe.”

You paused your work to move over, allowing him to uncross his legs and spread them along the mattress. He took the opportunity to hook one over your lap. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes once more.

Dipping the tip of your brush in your palette, you positioned his hand on top of his thigh and resumed painting on his skin. You moved carefully, making sure to form the shapes you wanted. You took another brush, one with a smaller tip, and created several criss-crossing lines. Meawhile, Tendou hummed contentedly.

“You’ve been listening and singing to nothing but that song for the past two weeks,” you groaned. “It was catchy first, but now it’s just too much, bro.”

“How else am I gonna pass the time? I’m likewise getting a tad tired so why don’t you hurry up, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m almost there. Be patient.”

Another 5 minutes of his increasingly loud (and annoying) humming passed by before you set down your brush on the nightstand.

“Done! You can open your eyes now.”

“Finally!” he exclaimed, eyelids fluttering open. His red eyes glittered with excitement when he brought his hand to his face, examining the brown circles and criss-crossed tan triangles that adorned his skin. A upward curl graced his lips as his eyes traveled from his hand to your expectant gaze.

“Chocolate ice cream cones?” he questioned with amusement.

“Your favorite treat!” you retorted.

He chuckled. “Actually,” he said as he leaned forward, using his other hand to guide your head in close for a peck to the forehead.

“You’re my favorite treat.”

koganegawa

“Y/n!” you heard your boyfriend call. He was bounding up the grassy hill towards your spot in the shade, a paper bag in his right hand. When he reached you, he set down the bag and leaned down to give you a quick kiss on your head, taking a seat next to you, cross legged. He leaned into your shoulder, peering down at your hands and the paintbrush in them.

“Ooh, what’re you painting?” he asked, unable to make out where you were going with the few splotches on the back of your hand. He held your hand up closer to his face, squinting. “Yellow circles?”

“Yes, but noo,” you answered, snatching your hand back and hiding it from view. Teasingly, you added, “You’ll see~ It’s a surprise. Don’t look until I’m done.”

“Whaat? Why can’t I know?” Koganegawa complained, leaning closer in an attempt to grab your hand back. In seconds, he managed to topple you both over the picnic blanket. Squirming underneath his weight, you retaliated by pushing his face back and stretching your arm out of reach.

“Because you can’t!” you shouted between laughs. Successfully shoving Koganegawa off, you staggered onto your feet and dashed behind the nearby tree for safety.

“Aw, c’mon, just tell me, pleeasseeee,” he pleaded as he got onto his knees.

“No.”

Silence followed for several seconds before he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But eat with me while the food’s still warm. I’m starving!”

Two rice bowls, a large lemonade, and several sneak attacks from Koganegawa later, you waved a hand over your boyfriend’s eyes. He was laying down on the blanket, arms behind his head as he stared at the sunlight-freckled green leaves overhead.

“Okay, dummy, you can see it now,” you joked.

He sat up and took your outstretched palm, turning it over. His eyes widened at the sight of yellow chicks with familiar, brown tufts on their heads. Unable to resist gawking at their cuteness, he gaped at your work.

“This is so cute, y/n! What are these brown little hair thingies, though?”

You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to play with a strand of his own brown little hair thingy. “I based these baby chicks off you!”

His mouth formed an “o” as realization sunk in. “Huh. Do I really look like this?” he asked, holding up your hand next to his face for you to compare.

“Hmmm,” you rubbed your chin in fake thought, looking back and forth between your painting and your boyfriend’s curious expression. “Yes. You’re a bit cuter, though.”

“N-No, you...”

lev

You couldn’t help but feel touched when you noticed the childish wonder in Lev’s eyes as he watched you paint small mangoes across your hand. Dipping your brush into the green paint, you finished off your final fruit with two leaves. You spent several seconds blowing on the paint, forcing your piece to dry faster, then offered your hand to your boyfriend.

Before you could ask him what he thought, however, he was already showering you with compliments.

“Woah, y/n, how are you so talented? This looks even better than those pineapples you did last time, and those were really good! I love this, uh, this gradient -- is that what they call it -- you put here with the orange and yellow! You should do avocados next!”

You huffed with amusement. “Thanks, Lev. I didn’t know you were so into fruit. Or art. Or fruit art.”

He shrugged, smiling. “I just like to see you do what you do best. Other than being the best partner, it’s painting these little fruits on your hand!”

A knock was heard on the door and a voice called out, “Lyovochka? I made some snacks and tea for you and y/n.”

The door cracked open to reveal Alisa’s bright eyes and radiant smile. Once her gaze fell upon the paint bottles at your side, it shifted over to your hand, blotched with an array of yellow, orange, and green.

“Oh, y/n, I didn’t know you liked painting! May I see?” she asked excitedly, opening the door slightly wider.

“Of course,” you answered, extending your hand out for her to look.

She stepped inside and gently took your hand to observe the painted fruits. “It’s adorable, I love it!” she swooned. “After snacks, could you paint some for us, too? Or teach us?”

“Having oranges on my hand as I spike the ball does sound kinda cool...” Lev thought aloud.

“Heh, only if you don’t miss,” you said jokingly, pinching one of his cheeks playfully. “But I’d be happy to!”

And thus you found yourselves huddled together in the living room, fruit sandos and paintbrushes in hand as you three attempted to feed and paint on each other. Though it ended up a bit messy in more ways than one, Lev was content with his misshapen, orange oblongs and Alisa in love with her pink-orange peaches. None of you hesitated to show off your matching fruit hands to anybody you came across for the next two days.

[larry-the-lobster]

Schizophrenic Supernatural Sphere

:P  WARNINGS- sub!dean, mistress kink, mommy kink, bondage, hair pulling, slight smacking, biting, stronger language than usual, “mister winchester”, oral male receiving and i think thats it im not professional 

1606 word count, i spent an entire two months plus on this, appreciate it

Case #1 with 4 FBI Agents 

Gracie walked back to Dean, she reached out her hands and brought her fingertips to her palm. Dean was given memories of Sam when he was little- grabbey hands. Instinctively Dean put his hands in hers, after realizing what he did he blushed slightly. “Do you want to dance?” Gracie gave him the puppy eyes. 

“Fine.” he reluctantly agreed. 

The bar got more busy the later it got. It was around 9 now maybe, wow. The moment their bodies meshed with the college students, Candy Shop began to play. Granted it was neither of the two’s favorite song, but they would gladly dance to it. Their bodies pressed against each other. 

Dean wasn’t going to lie. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless but he didn’t just want to do that. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and cuddle with her and kiss her and hold her and talk. Not just use her. 

“Dean.” she groaned as she pressed her front against his. Dean slowly got hard, his member poked out through his jeans. Gracie put her arms on Deans shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair. Dean grabbed her hips and snapped it against his own and groaned. “Good boy,” Gracie whispered in his ear. She placed her head on Deans shoulder, burying the very low moans and groans that came from her. 

“Should we go to my motel now?” Dean questioned and looked down at her. She nodded eagerly and grabbed his hand. Gracie practically dragged Dean to the door. “Excited huh?” “Yeah because I’m the one with a tent in my jeans.” she may not have a tent but she is soaking. Dean tugged his shirt down and started the car. 

Thank god the motel wasn't that far away. The car doors opened at the same time, the people got out at the same time and the doors closed at the same time. 

They attacked each other. Their lips smashed together, bodies pressed up, hands everywhere. Gracie pushed her tongue into Deans mouth, he moaned and she smirked. Dean twisted the key and the knob, he kicked the door open and Gracie kicked it closed. 

“Woah,” Dean breathed.  “Mmm-hm,” Gracie chuckles a little while kissing Dean. She breathed through her nose and put her hand on Deans chest, she shoved him the bed. Dean kicked his boots off and began to unbuckle his jeans. “Shirt off first.” she demanded. Dean pulled off his shirt quickly. “Good, lay down.” 

Gracie crawled on the bed. Dean tried to stay still, he didn’t know what would happen if he wasn’t. Gracie rubbed the sides of Deans thighs soothingly. Her head hovered over his wanting crotch, she smiled and gave Dean innocent eyes. She lowered her head and bit the zipper, she pulled her head down and the zipper followed. Dean pushed his hips up and Gracie pushed them back down, “be a good boy for mistress please, I don’t want to punish you.” his cock got harder. 

Gracie pulled the belt out and placed it on the nightstand. She tugged Deans dark blue jeans down to his knees. Her mouth watered and the grey boxers that held back her pleasure device. Dean groaned as Gracie kitten licked his bulge, his hand flew into her short black hair. Gracie threw Deans hands back by his wrists. She crawled up and sat on Deans lap. 

“Fuck.” Gracie smacked the belt on her other hand, Dean jumped. “Mr. Winchester,” she said in a surprised tone. Wrist by wrist, she bounded them with the rough, hard, tight, leather belt. “Is that tight enough for you Dean?” he nodded eagerly, “you ready?” he nodded again. 

Gracie crawled back down and hovered her mouth over Deans tent. She licked the cloth and Dean moaned. She mouthed at his balls and he tugged on the belt. “Keep moaning for mistress like that,”  “Fuck Gracie please,” she stopped. He groaned.  “What was that Dean?”  “I’m sorry,” Gracie roughly grabbed Deans cock, he moaned and whimpered. “It’s mistress to you Dean.” she growled and let go.  “Sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“It’s okay pretty boy,” Dean shuddered. The names, the way they roll off of Gracie’s tongue. “Just stay in line for mistress please.” she smiled. Her voice laced with lust and want. “You don't want to get punished do you Dean?” she shot a sincere look towards Dean. He didn't know if that was something she wanted him to answer. “Speak bitch.” “No, I don't want to get punished.”

Gracie traced the veins in Deans neck. He stayed still as Graces body pressed against him. She rolled her hips. “Mistress~” Dean moaned softly.  “Yes baby?”  “Please. I want to feel you.”  “Hold on, I want to finish teasing you first.” “But-” his head hit the pillow. Gracie tugged on his hair roughly, she snarled and sat in between Deans legs. “Behave Dean.”

Hickeys spelled out words on Deans chest, they lined his throat. Gracie rolled Deans nipple in her mouth. Dean groaned and thrusted upwards. Both moaned at the friction. A little pressure relived the tension. “slut.” Gracie groaned softly.

Gracie sat up and unbuttoned her jeans, she pulled off her shirt and bra. 

“You ready Dean?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy.”

She pulled off her jeans and panties that were practically soaked. Her aching core was begging to be touched by the head of Deans hard on. Dean held the headboard tightly. If he was any stronger he would dent the metal.

Gracie sat on his lap, leaned over and untied him. Her juices that leaked out of her tight cunt dripped off of Deans leg and on to the bed spread. “You can touch me Dean, I want your hands on my hips. Leave bruises and marks. I know that the thought of that makes you harder.” That was true. He moved his hands onto her hips, his fingers just lightly rested upon her tender plump skin. “Hold me tighter pretty boy,” his grip tightened but not by much, “tighter Dean. Leave marks.” his hands tightened, he could feel bone. “Good boy.” He smiled with pride, he was making his mistress happy. 

“Mistress can we-” and as if she could read his mind, she picked herself up and hovered over Deans straight cock. He moved his hand to keep it straight so Gracie could slide on his easy.  “Aww thank you baby.” she leaned over and kissed his lips. Her ass hit Deans thighs, a loud moan escaped both of their lips. 

“Fuck you fill me up perfect, holy fuck.” Dean smiled at the sight of his hopeful girlfriend after this being such a mess on his cock. 

“Look at you. You acted so tough and strong, but look at how you act actually on me. You're such a fucking mess sweetheart.”

“Let's see who will be more of a mess once I move.” all the confidence was gone, he swallowed his saliva. He was already choking back involuntary noises from how she felt around his pulsing member. Gracie took note and placed her hands on his shoulders, “exactly.” 

She made figure 8′s and wrote words with her hips, each and everyone made Dean let out a noise. Granted they both moaned at each movement. 30 minuted of just foreplay makes a great deal of sexual tension. But Gracie wanted to show that she was the one in charge and that she had Dean wrapped around her thumb. Her pink, now red with blood bottom lip was in between her white teeth. Every now and then a moan or groan would come out. 

“Mistress, fuck oh,”

She picked up the pace and threw her hips in the air and forced them back down. “Keep moaning for me prince, good god you feel so good.” Her nails dug into his shoulders, Dean cried out in pleasure. 

“Tighter. More nails. Please. Mommy.” he said between heaves and breathing. 

“As you wish pretty boy.” at this point she didn't care what Dean called her, although the way he moaned made her tighten and make her more wet. The two were lost in lust and pleasure that nothing else phased them, nothing existed at this point except for their feelings. 

Gracie raked her nails down Deans chest. The scratches intercepted the hickeys but that didn't matter. “Fuck me,” she ordered to Dean. He didn't waste a second. His hips thrusted up and into her. “Good boy Dean, good boy.” 

Her moans just made him fuck up into her faster. Her body fell forward, she held on to Dean like her life depended on it. Her moans were shaking and anything she tried saying just sounded like nonsense. 

“Mistress, oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Mommy,”

“Cum for me Dean, I want to feel your hot cum deep in me. Cum in Mistress.” she moaned a few more incoherent words. Right as she reached her high she screamed “Make me yours!” Her walls tightened as hard as they could, she picked up her hips and quickly spelled out c-o-c-o-n-u-t. 

The tightness of Gracie's cunt and the movement of her hips made Dean scream out “Mistress” and curses. His hot cum shot into Gracie, her inner walls were now decorated with the milky substance. 

Dean wrapped his arms around Gracie and held her tightly to his chest, both could barely breathe. 

“That was, great. Holy shit.” deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale. 

“Tell me about it. That’s the hardest I've came since I was a teenager.” he chuckled and then followed the same pattern that Grace was. Deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale.  ♕♕♕♕♕

///credit- i don't know, my friend sent it to me and she found it off pintrest///